Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1137 - 548: Xu Nuo (Part 8)

Qin Huai cared all day for Xu Tuqiang, and when Xu Tuqiang finally left Yunzhong Restaurant, he left with his head held high, carrying six large bags of locust flower buns.

Although the side task was completed, Qin Huai still planned to pretend to make potato dumplings for a few days.

Wang Gen Sheng was easy to fool, but not that easy, because Uncle Wang is very serious and extremely responsible.

Since Qin Huai had told Wang Gen Sheng to help taste the potato dumplings, with Wang Gen Sheng's personality, he had to actually taste Qin Huai's satisfactory potato dumplings. It couldn't be something Qin Huai just made up, telling Wang Gen Sheng the potato dumplings are already great, graduated, no need to practice more to muddle through.

Wang Gen Sheng has a mental scale in his heart.

Qin Huai now only hoped to find a reliable potato dumpling recipe from Wang Gen Sheng's memory, even though Qin Huai didn't like this snack very much, but for Uncle Wang's health, Qin Huai didn't mind retrieving a couple of potato dumpling recipes.

If it's good, just send Zhao Cheng'an to the frontier, never to return to the capital.

After finishing the day's work, Qin Huai went home, as usual eating a banana first, and then opening the game panel to select [A Memory of Wang Gen Sheng].

There was no need to hesitate, Wang Gen Sheng's memory was definitely related to Xu Nuo, and his and Shi Dadan's memories were almost like watching a continuous drama; just seeing it was enough.

Qin Huai clicked Yes.

[Loading Memory——]

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"Little Wang, I heard you're not going home for the New Year this year."

As soon as Qin Huai entered the memory, he found himself in an office, a very standard style of the last century, simple, clean, old, small, filled with the smell of ink, the whole office seemed to have a unique filter of the last century, not very vivid.

Every desk was piled high with thick files and papers, with reports and newspapers everywhere, and even more than one abacus could be seen.

Wang Gen Sheng's desk was cluttered with all sorts of reports, with an abacus on top, and Qin Huai looked around and noticed the only calculator on what seemed to be the leader's desk.

As to why Qin Huai could tell it was the leader's desk, it's because this desk was the cleanest, with the fewest items, held down not with an abacus but a lunch box, and there was also a new-looking enamel mug on the desk, with a kettle beside it.

Dressed in a coat with nine patches, washed so much that its black fabric was fading, with thin cotton padding, a shirt inside the coat, and a short sleeve inside the shirt, as if wearing whatever was available, packing on clothes from the whole wardrobe, looking both bulky and shabby, and not very warm. Wang Gen Sheng raised his somewhat dazed head, shifting his attention briefly from the unfinished work to a colleague who popped up to chat with him.

"Yes, not going home."

It was obvious this was probably Wang Gen Sheng's first year at work, not only unfamiliar with his colleagues but also not very good at socializing, with a somewhat guilty demeanor in chats at work.

Clearly hadn't slackened off at work before.

The slacking colleague seemed very accustomed to Wang Gen Sheng's stiffness, and enthusiastically said: "Little Wang, it's right not to go back this year. I don't know if you heard, our factory director got 12 pigs from the meat factory! Normally, during the New Year, they give flawed cloth or pretty floral cloth as benefits, and people exchange them privately for something else. In our area in Gusu, cloth is not lacking, so it's hard to exchange for nice things."

"This year is different, I heard the factory's doing well, everyone can get three pounds of meat! Three pounds, and it doesn't require meat tickets, they say they'll also distribute white sugar, and as for soap, matches, they are distributed every year, nothing new."

Talking about employee benefits, even if Wang Gen Sheng didn't want to slack off, he had to.

Wang Gen Sheng looked very seriously with wide eyes and asked, "Three pounds of meat, no meat tickets, does it require money then?"

The colleague laughed, "I've already said it's New Year's welfare, how could it require money? Our cotton mill is one of the top factories in Gusu, our holiday benefits are always the best, you don't know how much the silk factory next door envies us."

"It's just unknown if this year the factory director can exchange some coal from the coal plant or power plant somewhere, it's hard to get fuel in the city. Although this is the South, it's really cold not to burn firewood in winter, if some coal is distributed during New Year's it would be luxurious."

"How much cotton did you stuff in your cotton coat? You're a university student, enjoying a cadre salary and subsidies as soon as you joined, you should have cotton tickets. What, didn't manage to get cotton? If not, you could use your cotton tickets and add some money to exchange with people in the factory, you need to add some cotton to that coat, or you'll be suffering from the coldest days around New Year."

Wang Gen Sheng slightly lowered his head, "I... I wear a lot."

The colleague just lightly expressed some concern, then continued cheerfully imagining the New Year's benefits: "Three pounds of meat, if my wife's machinery factory also gives out a pound of meat, plus the meat tickets accumulated this year... wouldn't we have a great New Year, the New Year's Eve dinner has to include a dish of braised pork, and my three little brats at home can have a good meal."

Wang Gen Sheng didn't say anything, just continued calculating, and seeing this, the colleague didn't bother him further, directly moving to another colleague further away to discuss what else might be distributed for New Year's.

Work for Wang Gen Sheng was very monotonous, so Qin Huai edged closer to the chatting people to listen in. As they kept talking, the topic eventually shifted to Wang Gen Sheng.